Emily E Mahon
Bio
My training is in vocal performance and I love the fact that I'm sharing my writing practice on a platform called "vocal." It's just too perfect. I hope you enjoy!
Stories (26/0)
Be Careful What You Wish For
It's been seven days since the package arrived. I was gone for the first 5 days, on vacation. However, I checked in on it daily, via the security camera, as it sat there on the front porch, waiting. Day one, was a brief check of my front porch security camera when I quickly skimmed through my many messages as they swarmed into my inbox upon connecting to Wi-Fi in Heathrow. I assumed that I had ordered something and forgotten about it, as has happened countless time before. I went about my day, settling into my hotel, with just a passing concern that I hoped no one would swipe it while I was gone. Since I wasn't expecting any packages, and knew no one in my new neighborhood, I hadn't asked anyone to pick up my mail for me.
By Emily E Mahon4 months ago in Fiction
You Are No Dragon
"What is your name, child?" asked the dragon, smoke swirling within her nostrils and fire burning in her belly. "Iduna," said the small child, round and supple from a diet of milk and honey. She smiled as she bit into an apple with her fresh, white teeth, leaving tiny bites in the golden skin of her favorite fruit.
By Emily E Mahon5 months ago in Fiction
Passing Along the Tradition Part 3
Part 3! We made it to Scotland! Quick refresher: This is the 3rd part of a (now 4 part article! Sorry! Scotland took up too much space and York is too amazing to try to gloss over!) about my family's trip to England with 2 key intentions:
By Emily E Mahon6 months ago in Wander
Passing Along the Tradition
In 1990, when I was 11 years old, my mom took me on a 10 day trip to the United Kingdom. It was life-changing. I was able to see all of the things I had read about or seen in movies, in real life; right there in front of me. The world opened up to me in ways that I’m still realizing as an adult, when I compare my perception of life on earth to others I know, who haven’t had the privilege to travel. Recently, I was being interviewed for a podcast and I brought the trip up as an example of what propelled me into a career in arts and culture. The trip was so pivotal to my future growth that I swore when my first child reached 11, I would do the same. I would take them on a 10 day trip to the UK. This summer was that year; the year I would be able to share that experience with my first born.
By Emily E Mahon6 months ago in Wander
A Pandemic Story
In November Ella decided to dress-down for her visit to the food bank. Last time, when she pulled up in her electric blue Volvo XC90 on a good hair day, in full make-up, she got more than a few side-eyes. Her hope was that they all thought she was picking up food as charity for an elderly neighbor. But that wasn’t the case. She halfway hoped that she wouldn’t qualify when they had her fill out the form that first visit. She even called her husband to confirm the numbers, so that a portion of the all-consuming shame she felt could be lifted from her shoulders. She was shocked at the tears that ran down her cheeks when she realized that not only did they qualify to receive food, they qualified at one of the lowest levels, which meant that her family was getting more food than the family next to her with the broken down 1999 Toyota Corolla. The relief of qualifying so that she could bring home food for her family, was quickly overshadowed with even more shame and disappointment. Thankfully, the volunteers at the food bank didn’t bat an eye; didn’t miss a step; didn’t give one single indication that she shouldn’t be there. They were gracious, kind and generous; even offering jokes and getting her to laugh a little. When the back of the Volvo was full to the brim with boxes of donated fruits, vegetables, meats, breads and goodies, the volunteers reminded her that she could come back no sooner than 30 days. They marked the date on her receipt. Then she backed out of the parking lot and started on her way home; a home she hoped she could keep.
By Emily E Mahon6 months ago in Feast
3 Ways to "Read Art" at a Museum
My children are spoiled. In many ways, but in this article I'm referring to their exposure to arts and culture, and particularly to museums. They won't realize how spoiled they are until they grow up and realize that not everyone else's mom worked in museums let alone at a leadership level in museums and could provide unlimited access to the extraordinary.
By Emily E Mahon7 months ago in Wander
